I noticed the wild iris in the morning 

As few people were looking for me 

It seemed that they were waiting

For not being ignored by me

 I've met a few flowers with no expect 

Either overflowing with fragrance tide 

Or standing tall, slim with pride 

We are not known but with familiar 

 As acquaintances meet with surprise 

 I assured that they were soft and quiet 

 As desires flow out of their eyes 

 They might be as noble as queens 

 As if the creator makes the intention 

 To gift hopes to the helpless passers-by 

 Of lucky and joyful blessed lives

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